Thank you to those who have encouraged me. Peace
Harmony.... If there is power in kindness, harmony is the fuel that feeds it. ..... Accept the fact that others(even those you despise) have the same right to the pursuit of happiness as you.
..victims can be so beaten down that sadly this abuse provides a sense of security. Knowing that they (the chains) are if nothing else, always there.
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? My senses suddenly become sharper,, ears feel hot, "tick...tock"..I hear a clock ticking nearby Tick tock, tick tock Survival mode, pupils dilate Tick Tock... Why is the door locked? Tick tock... I feel I should run but my feet weigh heavy like … Continue reading Frozen in Time by Raymond Roy
He is a Liar!! A liar, a fornicator and I can't stand it any longer! Mitzie had conviction in her voice as she addressed the Church board. Squeezing out a few tears completed the effect. The accused, Pastor Rigby, stunned, waiting for the church board to react. Rigby had perhaps squeezed a little out of … Continue reading Straw-man by Raymond Roy #FFfaw #fiction
Come As You Are by Raymond Roy Unlocking the gate. It swings open. Listening over my shoulder. Listening for someone. Anyone. To stop me from locking the gate behind me. Is that you Jesus? Maybe I should leave it unlocked, just in case. Not so fast..A wiseman once told me, ”Expectation destroys gratitude.” He also … Continue reading Come As You Are by Raymond Roy #poetry
I will rise.... Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze, above the clouds, I rise with ease. Like Ironman flying, I rise above, Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love. Gone is the weight of daily drama, Which one is better, Bush, Reagan or Obama? I will rise, here souls have no gender, doctrine … Continue reading “I Will Rise” by Raymond Roy #poetry #iwillrise
"You Must Like Butter" By Raymond Roy #writephotoThe bright yellow flowers were reminiscent of when as a child, we would hold a dandelion under each other’s chin. If your chin reflected yellow, it meant you liked butter. The fringes on the brand new fat rubber tires created a whirring sound as the whipped against the … Continue reading “You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse
“Residential” Farm By Raymond Roy As the priest drove away, painted smiles on my new guardians, transformed into distorted scowls akin to grotesque masks in a Twilight zone episode. The Mister, seethed,“Well Mrs., looks like we have that summer labor we’ve been prayin fer.” Mister was a scrawny crotchety person. Shoulders bare, void faded blue … Continue reading Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction
The Message By Raymond Roy If I could talk what would I say, to the Lummi, the Shuswap, and Ojibwe I would share my sorrow of broken *Magic Pots, of runs of Salmon, no longer caught. Empty plains are where the Bison would run, Wiped from Mother Earth, like a setting sun. Dignity destroyed by … Continue reading The Message By Raymond Roy #writephoto